TZU Blues (Sweet Little Hoochie)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joelistics] This is not your ordinary average everyday type of feeling that I'm feeling with I've come to celebrate It's complicated, so I'll break it down Ain't it funny how rock 'n' roll, hot sex and blues music mess around? When you're feelin' down or when you're gettin' up It gets you when you're hot and then you can't get enough I said, I can't get enough I said, I said, I said I can't get enough I watch my sweetheart dancing in the sweaty body Moving to the swampland music and the swinging of a big band It makes a poor man rich, a holy man a sinner A wise man foolish makes 'em all quiver So raise your glass to that stuff that makes your blood overheat Makes it hard to sleep, hard to speak Shit, it even makes it hard to breathe [Pre-Chorus: Joelistics] It's a shotgun wedding at the back door knocking When you're up late begging and the band starts rocking Bed springs creaking and the cracks start showing And the shadows of your words and the walls start crumbling down [Chorus] I want part of your sweet uh huh huh I want part of your sweet uh huh huh I want part of your sweet uh huh huh I want part of your sweet little hoochie [Verse 2: Seed MC] Yeah Gimme some of that (Mm) Pull the covers back I love the way you (Ah) when I'm in front of that Don't wanna shallow chat, I want your nonsense babe I got to have it, got to get it, gotta consummate I like the rock you way, I mean, the way you rock You got the porch, the light, the doors, the keys and I'm the lock It's plain and simple, miss, now, can you get with this? And like Mr. Kiedis, Jesus, I wanna suck your kiss So handcuff my wrists, or just lay me down We can just lay around, lazy lady, make a sound You want some pinot, honey? Bianco or rosso, honey? You make me feel so honey, you can have all my money I love it when we love and love it when we fightin', fussin' You crank my mid-range with your finger on the solo button (Yeah!) [Instrumental Break] [Pre-Chorus: Joelistics & Seed MC] It's a shotgun wedding at the back door knocking When you're up late begging and the band starts rocking Bed springs creaking and the cracks start showing And the shadows of your words and walls start crumbling down [Chorus] I want part of your sweet uh huh huh I want part of your sweet uh huh huh I want part of your sweet uh huh huh I want part of your sweet little hoochie [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] I want part of your sweet uh huh huh I want part of your sweet uh huh huh I waant part of your sweet uh huh huh I want part of your sweet little hoochie [Outro: Joelistics] Oh yeah Ouch, ouch! (I don't want it watered down) (I want part of your sweet uh huh huh) (I want part of your sweet little hoochie)